Chapter 717 There is a dragon in Changbai Mountain
Although this dragon roar did not have the power to shake the heavens and the earth, its high pitch was extremely clear to the ears. The supreme majesty that followed came down violently like the overlord of the Nine Heavens descending to the world. This dragon roar was not only
Ye Yinfeng heard it, and everyone in Changbai Mountain heard it, including the warriors from the foreign countries. The dragon's roar came quickly, but disappeared quickly, and it disappeared before people could fully react.
Lonely in this vast snow-capped mountain.
When Wanyanyan heard this dragon roar, her face couldn't help but change drastically, and her expression changed drastically, as did the warriors of the Wanyan tribe. Zhong Jianying, who was following these Jurchen men, also frowned.
He obviously heard this dragon roar and felt the changes in the true energy flowing in his body. However, the changes in the true energy in his body were not as intense as Ling Tianyun's. It could be said to be imperceptible, but he was still aware of it.
felt it.
A piece of light swept away, and the sword in Ling Tianyun's hand curled up with wisps of cold light, and swung it towards the few white-clothed ninjas. His body was as steady as a mountain, and his feet were spinning like the wind, and the Xingze sword in his hand was even more powerful.
Layers of sword light condensed and split the flying snowflakes into pieces. There was a pungent smell of blood in the sword light. With the flash of the sword light in his hand, the white-clothed ninjas had already fallen heavily from the air.
It fell into the snow, and the bright red blood dyed the snow red.
"What sound did you hear just now? It sounded like a dragon's roar." Ling Tianyun put away his sword and asked Wan Yanyan and others who were walking towards them.
The Jurchen man who proposed to compete with Ling Tianyun obviously did not expect that things would develop to such an extent. Before he could fully react, the white-clothed ninjas who were attacking had already been chopped down by the young man Xuan with his sword. He himself
Before he could take action, he knew that even if he took action himself, he would only be able to trap one white-clothed ninja at most. As for four or five white-clothed ninjas, he did not have the confidence.
"Yes, it's a dragon's roar. Is there really a legendary dragon in Changbai Mountain?" Zhong Jianying said to Ling Tianyun without waiting for Wanyanyan's reply. He listened very carefully to this weird dragon's roar, and
The zhenqi in his body also experienced a slight violent vibration. This kind of vibration was a good thing for him, because he found that the dragon's roar caused the zhenqi in his body to surge instantly, and he was almost on the verge of reaching the late stage of the near-heaven realm.
This feeling was soothing to the whole body. He felt that if there was another dragon roar, he believed that he would successfully reach the late stage of the Near Heaven Realm.
"There was indeed a dragon roar, but the existence of a divine dragon in Changbai Mountain is just a legend, and our Wanyan tribe's ancestors have lived in this Changbai Mountain for generations, and no one has ever seen this dragon. The roar of the dragon just now was very clear and shocking.
It’s just a little unbelievable. But I heard from the elders in the clan that someone once saw a divine dragon in Tianchi. If a divine dragon really appeared, it should be in Tianchi.”
"Forget it, let's save your people. As for Shenlong, let's investigate when we have time." Ling Tianyun felt from Wan Yanyan's tone that the other party was not telling the truth, and he probably didn't say anything about it.
Wanyan Yan probably hid some of the truth about Shenlong. As for what it was, he felt that he would definitely go and meet the Shenlong when he had time.
As long as there was only one step left to reach Shu Husong, An Manzi felt secretly happy in his heart. He passed by a Wuhu warrior lightly, then raised the blunt knife in his hand and rushed towards Shu Husong.
However, as soon as his figure reached Shu Husong's side, he saw a ray of cold light coming towards him. In a hurry, he could only raise the big knife to greet the cold light.
There was a sound of "clang", and sparks flew everywhere. An Manzi felt a lightness in his hand. When he looked closely, he was shocked to find that the sword in his hand was missing. An endless fear surged in his heart. He found that
A masked man wearing a white cloak stood between him and Shu Husong. The man held a scimitar filled with cold light in his hand, and there was a gloomy and terrifying look in his eyes.
His whole body tensed up, and an awe-inspiring chill surged from his back. He couldn't help but take a step back while holding the broken knife.
"An Manzi, even with your little ability, you still want to take advantage of me, but you're still too far behind." Shu Husong said with a cruel smile towards An Manzi.
Seeing the fearless behavior of the other party, An Manzi knew that his plan had failed. He saw many men in white pouring out from among the Wuhu warriors. He saw the warriors of his clan being killed by those with scimitars in their hands.
The man in white blocked the way, and he saw familiar faces falling under the scimitars filled with cold light. His brain suddenly buzzed, and a blank suddenly emerged.
His lips moved a few times, and his chest was filled with endless grief and anger, but he couldn't say a word.
Immediately, he understood. He knew why the long knives in the hands of the Wuhu tribe were so sharp. This kind of knife was far from comparable to the big knives in their hands. He knew that the Wuhu tribe must have the same background as this group of people.
The unknown people in white clothes colluded with each other, and he couldn't help but secretly worry about the Wanyan tribe. This group of people in white clothes that suddenly appeared was obviously not something ordinary tribe warriors like them could compete with. They should be those martial arts cultivators.
For some reason, An Manzi suddenly flashed a figure in his mind. That person was neither the tall and domineering Khitan master Wanyan Wudi nor the newly-rising young warrior Wanyan Zhantian.
A very ordinary Jurchen man with an extraordinary aura. That man is the heir to the shamanistic gods, the great shaman An Dongye, a legendary figure who has left the Jurchen tribe in Changbai Mountain for many years.
He didn't know why An Dongye left Changbai Mountain, but he knew that An Dongye and Wanyan Wudi had different ideas, and their pursuit of martial arts were also different. In the end, Wanyan Wudi became the great master of the Khitan, while An Dongye
He left Changbai Mountain and disappeared without a trace. This is a difficult secret among the Wanyan tribe in Changbai Mountain. Many insider stories are based on what everyone else says, but no one knows the real secret.
If An Dongye had not left Changbai Mountain, then even if the Wanyan Tribe in Changbai Mountain did not have Wanyan Invincible or Wanyan Zhantian, no one could shake the status of the Wanyan Tribe in Changbai Mountain. Now the Wanyan Tribe is constantly being suppressed by the Khitans
, and being coveted by other tribes who are also members of the Jurchen tribe, cannot be said to be a tragedy for the Wanyan tribe in Changbai Mountain. But there are no ifs or what-ifs in this world. What is in front of him is that the warriors of his own tribe are being killed by a scimitar.
It fell to the ground, and the green grass was dyed red with blood.
An Manzi was in a trance. He stood at a loss with the broken knife, and his eyes also showed a blank look. He didn't know why things developed to such an extent, and he felt inexplicable in his heart.
An idea arose, that is, the Wanyan tribe in Changbai Mountain was finished, really finished. The Wanyan tribe's tribesmen were no match for these people in white. They brought a hundred or so warriors, but half of them fell quickly.
A ray of cold light struck him fiercely, but he seemed to ignore it, standing still with a sluggish expression.
"Aman!" A roar sounded, and a thick figure was seen rushing towards An Manzi. The thick figure knocked An Manzi away, but the cold light struck the sturdy figure fiercely.
The left arm of the strong figure was chopped off, and the flying blood immediately shot up. The strong figure let out a miserable scream and then slowly fell down. There was a look in his eyes.
With a look of unwillingness, although the knife was not enough to kill him, the white shadow flashed, and the cold light pierced the chest of the sturdy figure once again with perfect accuracy.
An Manzi was hit by the sturdy figure and just escaped the cold light that was about to hit him. His body staggered back several steps before he stabilized. When his body stabilized,
A stream of hot blood splashed onto his face, dyeing his eyes red. He heard the miserable scream, and the endless grief surged from the bottom of his heart like a volcano erupting.
.
"Ah", a roar like a beast burst out from his throat, and he watched the man in white stab the scimitar in his hand into the chest of the sturdy figure who had saved him. He was completely
He forgot about the blurry red color in front of his eyes, he completely forgot that he should have been frightened with fear, and he forgot about the powerful presence of the other party. He raised the half-remaining sword and pointed at the man in white.
As he stabbed away, there was only the figure of the man in white in his mind. He just wanted to stab the half of the remaining knife in his hand into that man's body to avenge his own people.
"Pfft", he heard the sound of metal piercing into the flesh. He only felt that the figure of the man in white in the red light was obviously stunned. He felt the half-broken knife in his hand piercing into the flesh.
On the chest of the man in white, he couldn't help but feel a burst of ecstasy in his heart. He saw a painful look in the gloomy eyes of the man in white, and then the painful look turned into despair.
"Hahaha???????", he pulled out the remaining half of the knife and stabbed it into the chest of the man in white. The pleasure he had never experienced before suddenly flowed through his body, and he raised his head and laughed wildly.
He got up. He didn't care about the hot blood spurting out from the chest of the man in white and spraying on his face again. He didn't care about the blood spraying on his eyes. He didn't care about the endless pleasure in his heart.
Let it out to your heart's content.
With a "plop", the man in white fell at his feet, and his vision turned red. From the red vision, he saw someone walking towards him. He didn't see clearly who it was, he just
Relying on his instinctive reaction, he raised the remaining half of the sword and stabbed the figure approaching towards him fiercely.
Wanyan Yan couldn't hide the sorrow in her eyes. She saw almost half of the Wanyan tribe members lying in a pool of blood. Although the other half of the tribe members stood up to resist, it was obvious that they were not the Wuhu tribe and those in white clothes at all.
The opponent of the ninja. The dagger in her hand flashed with cold light, and she rushed into the battlefield. She was like a beautiful swallow, raising a cold light and rushing towards the white-clothed ninja. She rose up lightly,
It spun strangely, and with a flash of cold light in its hand, it killed a ninja in white.
Without Yan Yan's instructions, Ling Tianyun and Zhong Jianying quickly joined the battle. The cold light in their hands suddenly appeared, bypassing the ordinary Jurchen warriors and rushing directly towards the white-clothed ninja. Because Ling Tianyun and Zhong Jianying
After joining, the group of white-clothed Fuso ninjas showed vigilance and fear in their eyes, but they did not expect that these two teenagers were so strong. They kept changing their tactics and even completely gave up on the ordinary Wanyan tribe warriors.
Shu Husong didn't expect Wanyan Yan to arrive at Yanluo Mountain so quickly. When he saw Wanyan Yan joining the battle without hesitation, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic in his heart. But the ecstasy in his heart only lasted a few breaths.
He paused because he saw a young man in black clothes holding a sword and a young man who looked like a scholar and holding a long sword also joined the battle. What shocked him was that the strength of the two Han young men was far beyond his imagination.
.When he saw those white-clothed Fuso ninjas changing their tactics, he had an unpleasant crisis in his heart.